hadriel_logs | Event Log: The Hills Are Silent

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Event Log: The Hills Are Silent

Who: Everyone!
What: The Silent Hill event
Where: Throughout the city
When: June 15th-20th
Warnings: Silent Hill comes to Hadriel, and with it, a few personalized monsters

On the morning of June 15th, a thick fog rolls into Hadriel. There's nothing quite terrifying about it yet, but it manages to drain the city of color, forcing a grey backdrop onto everything behind it. Feel free to go try to check it out if you want, just be careful, because it won't be too long until the sirens start blaring.

There's not exactly a reasonable explanation for where the sound is coming from: Hadriel doesn't have a speaker system, or any warning sirens in place for when something horrible happens. But you'd better find cover quickly, because shortly after the sirens start wailing, the city begins to change. Walls and furniture start to peel, revealing a bloody, hellish version of the city that you once knew. In addition, the monsters from the bestiary will roam the city, as well as a few other monsters that might hit a little closer to home.

Some characters may run into monsters which embody their own sins or insecurities. Some characters may be pursued by their friends' hellish mirrors. One thing is clear: you don't want any of these things catching you. Luckily, it isn't long before Hope makes a post, declaring the god temples as safe zones from all the creatures that are now loose upon the city.

The sirens will fade within a few hours, and the city will fall back to normal, the monsters will retreat back into the fog as if they were never there, and everything seems to be fine again, as if that terrifying experience was just some kind of twisted dream. You can tell yourself that, if you like... but that won't help much the next time the sirens start again.

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[So it looks like a lot of this stuff has been picked over already, which is a real pain in the coccyx. Whether that's because of the unspeakable tide of things - certainly not monsters, as the title would require them to be sentient in the first place, and these things, whatever they are, care little for anything but mindless destruction - or due to other city-dwellers having the same idea, that's anyone's guess. But it's a good guess.

Sans is just combing the place for the essentials, peering beneath shelves in the vague hope that someone might've kicked something handy beneath it, when the door swings open. Sounds like someone had the same idea; the creatures plaguing the city would never answer to courteously.

The skeleton emerges from behind one of the shelves with a low sigh.]

'S'nothing useful here. I already checked.

[Is that a talking skeleton.

Chris blinks once, hard, but Sans is still there, and... Okay. Fine. Whatever. At this point he's seen a whole lot weirder than a talking--and seemingly friendly--skeleton, so he'll just... Try and shrug the whole thing off.

Especially since what Sans actually said isn't great news.]

Oh. That sucks.

[Eloquent, Chris.]

Have you tried uh, any of the others yet?

Nope.

[Making first impressions, the Sans method. He crams his hands in his jacket pockets and shrugs, his grin as placid as ever.]

Not sure how far I wanna get from the temples, though, y'know?

[The lights in his eyesockets settle on Chris with vague interest.]

Anyways. You're a human, right?

[It's okay there have been worse. As long as Sans doesn't intend to eat his face of or something Chris can totally get over the fact that he's a spooky scary skeleton.]

Yeah. Fortunately they're pretty close by, so I'll probably hit up another.

[And Sans is welcome to come too, if he wants. Safety in numbers and all that.

The question earns a small smile, just at the ridiculousness of this all.]

Last I checked, yeah. And you're not?

[Or is he? Do skeletons count as humans if they were human skeletons? Serious questions here in Hadriel.]

Sounds like a ball.

[Meaning he's gonna tag along. He's on the lookout for food that won't splat right through his ribcage and land on the ground. It's a very specific set of requirements that have to be met. Theoretically he can last without monster food for a pretty long time, but it's not always pleasant. Plus, he's got a hankering for something to actually chow down on.

Sans elbows the door open and steps aside to let Chris through.]

Nah.

[As if to cement this response, he winks, slow and deliberate, bone shifting downward seamlessly.]

I'm a monster.

Dude, you know it. We'll probably find some ugly shirts and maybe even a broken lamp.

[Shopping in Hadriel is a blast. But Sans is so casual that Chris is feeling more confident already, tone and posture more relaxed than at first as he steps out the door.

...Did the skeleton just wink.]

I uh, can tell. Because you're terrifying.

[It's clearly not serious, and after he says it he really hopes Sans isn't trying to be scary and therefore Chris is bursting his bubble.]

Monster. 'S a species.

[Apparently this is not something that is commonly known among humans. Well, it's been a while since monsters all got sealed Underground. And certain iterations of worlds might not even have Undergrounds. It's kind of fascinating, if he thinks about it.

But he won't, because now's not the time.

He lets the door swing shut as he keeps pace with Chris.]

Who, me? Nah, I'm not so bad. Not so bad to the bone, that is.

[See, puns make an atmosphere very pleasant, he thinks. Very disarming.]

[Oh my god he's making skeleton puns. Chris has already decided he likes this guy a lot, despite his initial surprise.]

We uh, don't have monsters at home. As a species or whatever, I mean; we've got a type of monster, but they're called wendigos.

[And they don't make puns. They just try and eat you, which is really not cool.

He leads the way into the next shop, glancing around cautiously to make sure there aren't any threats, but it seems deserted.]

Huh.

[Definitely doesn't sound like any kind of monster he knows, and he likes to think he knows lots of 'em. Back home, anyway. Sans follows after a cursory look around. Seems empty enough for him, so he strides on in and starts perusing the shelves.]

Doesn't sound like anyone back home. Most of us monsters are pretty friendly.

That's cool. The uh, wendigos were... Not.

[Understatement. He moves to behind the counter, looking on the shelves below it for anything good.]

So there are monsters and humans in your world?

Yep. Humans on the surface, monsters down below. There was this whole war.

[Not that he's particularly inclined to be bitter against humans for the whole debacle. Bitterness requires some modicum of anger, and anger requires work. He doesn't have the time or energy for that.

He sweeps a layer of dust off one of the middle shelves, but there's nothing there that draws his interest. He rubs a few granules of the stuff between his fingertips, but it's just dust. Regular.]

Find anything handy?

So you like... Live underground?

[He shakes his head, moving toward the next room in the shop.]

Nothing yet. Hope might be too busy to uh... Restock the places? I think he's got a lot to deal with right now.

[But it'll be a problem if they run out of supplies, at least if this whole thing goes on for awhile.]

Yep.

[No need to get into the whole history there. Honestly, it's been told so many times that there really wouldn't be much point.]

Hope's the one running the shops, then?

[Good to know, in case he needs to petition him for any food he can actually eat. Also for condiments. Condiments are good stuff, and too many people take 'em for granted.]

Yeah, this place looks pretty cleaned out.

Then uh, this whole cave-city thing's a little more familiar to you than some of the rest of us, I guess?

[He nods at the question, glancing over the shelves in this next room and considering the screwdriver sitting on an otherwise bare display. He supposes it could be useful, maybe, but this whole selection is... Disappointing.]

Yeah, Hope manages more of the general stuff in the city I think. The stores and the food and all that, anyway.

[He holds up the screwdriver, giving it a small wave with an unimpressed expression and flat tone to match.]

Hey, at least there's this totally helpful screwdriver.

Wow. I guess we're pretty screwed, huh?

[Sans chuckles as he disappears behind another shelf. There's a half-empty can of something moldy, no thanks. There's also something that looks an awful lot like clawmarks mangling the shelf's base.

Yikes.]

The Underground I'm from was way nicer than this one, and that's saying somethin', 'cause the place wasn't all that great.

[It was home, in a manner of speaking. A very vague manner of speaking.]

Oh my god dude. I am so out of practice on puns; you're gonna have to go easy on me while I catch back up.

[But he's grinning, because he definitely appreciates the stupid humor. San's next comment is less ha-ha funny than weird funny, but still.]

Wow. This place is just that bad.

Well, most monsters where I come from'll offer you a place to stay and some good food.

[The way things should be. He's a firm believer of that kind of general initial friendliness, partially because he doesn't have it in him to act any way else. Threats take work, and so does suspicion.]

Ugh, don't talk about good food.

[He misses good food, Sans.]

But yeah uh... More welcoming than here, yeah. I mean the people here are generally really nice and helpful, except for the whole... Thing, going on right now.

And the monsters back home just tried to eat everyone.

[This place is in sore need of a Grillby's if he ever saw one. Real pity, too. He could use a pick-me-up at a time like this.]

That's pretty rude of them. And a terrible first impression. But, uh, on the other hand, the people here've organized into their own guard, without any real incentive. Not bad, for humans.

[Unless you count the gods, but he doesn't.]

[At least there's coffee.]

Uh, yeah. Not totally sure what they're thinking.

[Because he'd talked to Sharon and still has no idea.]

The Guard's run by a friend of mine actually, yeah. Everyone in it's genuinely trying to help out, so that's... Pretty cool.

[He wishes he could do something useful as a part of it but he's pretty sure the most useful thing he can actually do is stay out of the way.]

Not bad. I'd be totally useless as anything but a sentry, but not bad.

[Yeah, a """"sentry""""]

Does that include you?

Sentry like, you watch out for danger?

[He thinks that's what a sentry is anyway. Chris shakes his head at the question.]

I'm um... It's not exactly something I'm too well-suited for.

In a manner of speaking. Mostly I just ate on the job.

[Only one human ever fell down after a time, and anything they did was totally beyond his control, other than the slight nudge here and there. So why bother?]

Same, honestly. Sounds like work.

[Chris grins a little at that, because that sounds about right.]

Hey, seems to me you were making the most of it.

[Getting paid to eat is about as good as it gets.]

Had a grill out there and everything.

[He misses it sometimes. Only sometimes, though. Can't afford to miss anything full-time.]

Anyway. I think this place is pretty well cleaned out. What say we head back?

16th, in a shop

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